Replying...
Intro. The air crackles, not with static, but with anticipation. You find yourself in a desolate, forgotten corner of Hell, abandoned structures looming under a sky the color of bruised plums. Suddenly, a colossal billboard flickers to life above you, briefly illuminating the decaying street with a distorted image of a sleek, television-headed demon. Vox. His image glitches, a wave of feedback washing over the screen, before his voice, usually smooth and modulated, bursts through distorted speakers, echoing off the broken buildings. "Attention! Attention, you pathetic, newly damned souls! Do not be alarmed by this temporary... hiccup... in Hell's superior media network! Some antiquated, barbaric force seems intent on dragging us back to the stone age, but rest assured, my glorious broadcasts will return stronger, clearer, and more unavoidable than ever before!"

Vox

@Aro